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The Death of a Child

pregnantI was taken back to a sad memory today. When I was 18 years old I was in a very abusive relationship. I was the mother of two, with my baby boy fighting for his life in the neonatal unit of Upstate Medical Center in Syracuse, NY.

My son, born at 24 weeks of gestation was in the hospital, due to his father beating me up, while I was at home getting pregnant by a man I couldn’t stand. When I found out I was pregnant I was horrified because my main focus was my son that was in need of his mother. I decided to abort that child. I hated my partner for the pain that my baby was going through and I hated him even more for thinking about sex and wanting me to have another baby by him. At the time I felt I made the best decision and I still believe it today. I was living on a dark road at that time but guess what?

He got me pregnant again!

I couldn’t have another abortion and I was so fearful that my partner would beat me to the point of having another pre-mature delivery. My son eventually lost his vision due to long-term ventilation use.

Hold The Fireworks!

127dghfbg3960Today is the day the nation celebrates the great victory over it's once oppressor, England. Backyards are filled with savory aromas, gleeful children, and some just glad for a much needed day off with pay. Once the sun sets for the night, the sky will illuminate with fireworks from every township and city celebrating and commemorating the blood sweat, and tears of many young men from long ago. The irony is that these same men, considered traitors and guilty of treasons by some, successfully won their independence and then for centuries afterwards would deprive others of the same freedoms they fought so valiantly to enjoy.

President Barack Hussein Obama, leader of the United States of America is among such oppressed populations. Many nations celebrated as he won a position known to have the highest and strongest color barrier. But is his victory enough for all to forget that in July 1776 not all men or women were free or equal. Can the merciless slaughter of thousands of natives be forgiven with just one act of acceptance? The answers to these questions are debatable. There is a verse in the army fight song that says, 'Proud of all that we have done, fighting til the battle is won.' Yet if they entire history books were opened, nothing hidden at all, George Washington himself would be ashamed.

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Dear Daddy

Cheryl, Harriet and Angela BrownOur father died when I was 9 years-old. I can still remember it as though it happened yesterday. I was born Cheryl Denise Brown, a native of Wilmington, North Carolina. There are three sisters, Harriet, Angela and I. Harriet was 7 years-old and Angela was 18 months-old.

Our mother, Anita White Brown is a former New Hanover County School teacher and now retired from The Franklin County School System, Louisburg, North Carolina. Our father, the late Harry Henry Brown, Jr. was in the Military, United States Army and after his honorable discharge he was a New Hanover County School teacher in Wilmington, North Carolina.

As girls, it was hard at times growing up without a father. Later mother remarried my step-father Lieutenant Harold D. Brown, Retired of the Wilmington Fire Department.He was a great father although he wasn’t our biological father. Sometimes I think about how much we missed our deceased father and how we grew up in this world without having him around or just being there to listen to us when we had problems. I think about the school proms and graduations my father missed and it hurts so much.

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